I love that you are my eternal optimist. I love that you
don’t dwell on the negative. I try to be like that, but it is a struggle every
day. I need to make the choice to turn off my pessimistic, “the world is going
to end” attitude and tell myself, everything will be okay. Some days it is
easier to make that choice than others.

We have to go to the dentist later. I know you are
nervous. You have 3 cavities. Which of course, I feel like a horrible mother
because you have them, even though the dentist assured me that your teeth are naturally
more cavernous than others. But that’s me, the pessimist.

“My teeth feel fine, I fink I don’t need to go to the denis,” you
tell me.

How do I explain to a 4 year old what cavities are and why
they need to be filled, even though your teeth will fall out someday. How
do I explain that it might hurt a little or at least feel a little
uncomfortable and that it might be a little scary, but sometimes in life you
have to do stuff that hurts to keep things from really hurting later on?

I don’t know, but I do know if anyone can get through this,
it’s you, my middle one. My little guy who bumps his head, cries and gets a hug
and kiss and then in less than a minute, pushes me away and insists, “Me otay
now.”

When we get to the dentist, you nervously ask me, “Will you
sit next to me?”

“I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise.”

In no time you are all finished and as the dentist and her
assistant gush about what an awesome job you did, how you are such a big boy,
you smile your giant smile and your face illuminates with pride.

You are eager to get home and show your dad your prize you
got to pick, a little, blue plastic camera with tiny pictures of animals inside
of it.

As I buckle you into your car seat that I just moved to the
middle seat in the first row of the van earlier that day, I ask you, “Do you like your seat
here?”

“Yeah!” you scream, kicking your legs and waving your arms in excitement. “I’m the middle one! I love being in the
middle!”

I love you being in the middle too, buddy. Don’t ever let
anyone tell you that it is a bad thing, or not something to love. Don’t ever
let pessimists sway you from your easy going outlook on life, not even a
“trying to reform” pessimist like your mother.

Thank you for sharing!

6 comments:

Aw, what a great letter and although I am the oldest and only have two, so might not be the best to relate, but still I couldn't help smiling at how much your middle child is truly just such a happy go lucky kid ;)

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